With a gasp, Arachne is lifted by the legs, her body arching instinctively as you slide your hard length back inside her. She moans loudly, her claws digging into your shoulders as she surrenders to the pleasure and pain of your possession. Her eyes roll back in her head, her breath coming in ragged gasps as you begin to thrust roughly against her once more.

"Yes..." she pants, her voice hoarse with arousal. "Take what you want... make me yours."

The bed creaks and groans beneath you as Arachne's body bounces up and down, her legs trembling with the effort to keep herself aloft. Her claws scrape against your shoulders, drawing blood that mingles with their sweat and hers. Each thrust pushes her further towards submission, driving her deeper into ecstasy with every passing moment.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her body tensing as she feels herself on the brink of orgasm once more. "Yes,"

Eyes wide with surprise and lust, Eisheth quickly climbs onto the bed beside Shade, her gaze fixed on the sight of you thrusting into Shade's wet pussy. Her hands tremble as she reaches out to touch Shade, running fingers through her hair and down her back, urging her on with soft moans and whimpers. Her own body aches for release, but she finds herself unable to look away from the erotic scene unfolding before her.

Eisheth's body shudders with pleasure as you lift her up and set her hips over your face, her pussy now within easy reach of your hungry tongue. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, holding herself steady as she feels the intense sensations building inside her once more. She looks down at Shade bouncing on your cock, their bodies entwined in a heated dance of lust and submission.

Aria hesitates, her breath catching in her throat as she meets your gaze. Her nipples harden under the thin fabric of her top, and she feels a flutter of desire deep within her. She nods slowly, trusting you despite the fear that still lingers at the back of her mind.

With shaking hands, she reaches up to touch yours, guiding it toward her breast. Her heart races as your hand finally makes contact with her skin, feeling so warm and reassuring against her flesh.

Aria gasps, arching into your touch as you stroke her breasts through the fabric of her top. Her hips grind against yours, seeking more contact, wanting to feel every inch of you against her skin. She moans softly, her head spinning with pleasure and desire. The sensations are overwhelming, but in the best possible way.

Her hands slide down your back, feeling the muscles ripple beneath your shirt as she pulls you closer still.

Gwendolyn chuckles softly and steps back, allowing you to pull away from her grip. She considers your question for a moment before nodding. "Yes," she says, "I believe she is. I checked on her before coming here."

With another seductive smile, she reaches out to cup your face in her hands. "So what do you say?" she asks, her eyes sparkling with desire. "Shall we make the most of this quiet night?"

Calanthe's eyes widen as she finds herself pinned against the wall by Gwendolyn's body. Her hands fly to her mouth, where they clench into fists as she tries to take in everything around her. She can feel her heart pounding wildly in her chest, each beat echoing through the silence of the room.

Gwendolyn leans down, pressing her lips firmly against Calanthe's own. Their tongues dance together, exploring new territories within their mouths. The high-pitched moans and whimpers of both women add a spicy flavor to the intimate moment.

Mira laughs, her voice light and airy. "My name is Mira," she says softly, tilting her head to the side as she studies your face. "But you can call me whatever you like, master." Her lips brush against yours once more, their touch feather-light and gentle despite the desire burning within her.

Mira blushes, her cheeks turning a deep shade of crimson as she listens to your words. She leans into you, her body pressed against yours in a way that leaves no doubt about the depth of her feelings. "Thank you, master," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. Her tentacles squeeze gently around your neck and shoulders, leaving trails of pleasure as they move.

With every passing moment, it becomes clearer that Mira has truly accepted you as her master...

The goblin's eyes light up at the offer, her tail swishing excitedly behind her. "Yes, please!" she exclaims eagerly. The zombie, though slower to react, eventually nods as well. Together they follow you back to your kitchen area, watching intently as you prepare a meal for all of you.

As the food sizzles on the griddle and the scent fills the air, their anticipation grows.

You sit down at your kitchen table with your new slaves, enjoying a hearty meal together. The goblin is chatty, asking questions about your life and your magic while the zombie listens quietly, only occasionally offering a word of thanks or agreement.

After finishing their food, both slaves help to clean up the kitchen, clearly eager to please you and earn their keep. They seem content to follow your lead, whether it be exploring the tree house or helping around the house.